The road to hell is paved
With desires such as yours:
To love me as much as I love you.
I can tell you want to love me more,
More than you really do,
But it is not something you can force.
Love is not squeezed out of the soul
Like a tube of glue
Or that last bit of toothpaste.
We both know that.
Now we have a voice within us
Telling us we are not enough.